PSALM 57

To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of
David, when he fled from Saul in the cave.1 Be merciful unto me, O God, be
merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings
will I make my refuge, until [these] calamities be overpast.2 I will cry
unto God most high; unto God that performeth [all things] for me.3 He shall
send from heaven, and save me [from] the reproach of him that would swallow me
up. Selah. God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.4 My soul [is] among
lions: [and] I lie [even among] them that are set on fire, [even] the sons of
men, whose teeth [are] spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.5
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; [let] thy glory [be] above all the
earth.6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they
have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen
[themselves]. Selah.7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will
sing and give praise.8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I
[myself] will awake early.9 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I
will sing unto thee among the nations.10 For thy mercy [is] great unto the
heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the
heavens: [let] thy glory [be] above all the earth.